Oh, the razorblade, that's what I call love,
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I bet you'd pick it up and mess around with it
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If I put it down
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It gets extremely complicated.
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Anything to forget everything.
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You've got to take me out,
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At least once a week
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Whether I'm in your arms,
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Or I'm at your feet.
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I know exactly what you're thinking
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You won't say it now
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But in your heart it's loud
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Oh, no, my feelings are more important than yours.
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Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry.
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There you go.
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Oh, the razor blade,
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Wish it would snap this rope
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The world is in your hands
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Or it's at your throat
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At times it's not that complicated
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Anything to forget everything.
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He would never talk,
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But he was not shy
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She was a street-smart girl,
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But she could not lie
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They were perfect for each other
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Say it now
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'Cause in your heart it's loud
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Oh, no, my feelings are more important than yours
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Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry
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Hey!
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Sweetheart, your feelings are more important of course
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Of course
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Everyone that wanted
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Everything that we would take from them
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I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
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Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
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No, don't.
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Okay
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Razorblade
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The Strokes |